Chapter 362 Not Intimate

Carl returned to his table and sat down. Stanley asked Summer with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine. Mr. Carl didn't mean any harm just now." Summer turned around and looked in Carl's
direction.

Coincidentally, Carl was also looking at her. His eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.

"It's good that you're fine. Let's order some dishes." Stanley did not continue this topic.

On the other side, Carl was eating while looking towards Summer.

His mother, Mrs. Jones, suddenly said, "Carl, do you know what you look like now?"

"What?" Carl replied absent-mindedly.

Mrs. Jones looked at Summer and whispered to Carl mysteriously, "You're like a husband who caught
his wife cheating on him."

Carl turned around and stared at Mrs. Jones for a few seconds before saying seriously, "No, I'm not the
kind of friend like 'husband'."

"What?" Mrs. Jones was dumbfound before she asked tentatively, "Is that your friend's wife?"

"Yes." Carl replied. Thinking of Leonardo, he sighed and shook his head.

After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and prepared to give Jessica a call to tell her that he
had met Summer.

However, he didn't know what was going on with Summer. If he called Jessica, Jessica would only be
as anxious as him.



It was better to wait until he figured out what was wrong with Summer.

When Summer and Stanley finished their meal, Carl and other people at the table beside them were
still eating.

After arriving at the parking lot, the two got on the car. Stanley said, "I think I left my phone in the
restaurant. I'll go get it. Wait for me in the car."

"Okay." Summer did not doubt it at all and said, "Go, I'll wait for you."

Stanley got off the car and took a turn, then he arrived at the back door of the restaurant.

Carl was lighting a cigarette when he saw Stanley walking over. He asked, "A cigarette?"

"Thank you." Stanley took the cigarette that Carl handed him.

"Who are you? How did you find Summer? Where did you hide her for the past three years?" Carl blew
cigarette smoke and asked directly with a serious face.

Stanley handed over his business card. It said, "Stanley Bates."

Carl took a glance, and noticed the words "psychiatric clinic" before stuffing the business card into his
pants pocket.

"You haven't answered my question." Carl was not interested in what Stanley did. He only wanted to
know everything about Summer.

For Leonardo and Jessica, he had the responsibility and obligation to inquiry about it.

"I didn't hide her. She was injured too badly in that accident back then, undergoing dozens of surgeries.
She had been unconscious for three years and just woke up recently, but she forgot a lot of things. I
hope that your so-called 'old friends' won't disturb her. She hadn't totally recovered yet."



Stanley's expression was solemn, and his tone was somewhat unquestionable.

About what happened back then, Leonardo had almost recovered when he returned home.

Therefore, Carl did not expect that Summer would be so badly injured, and that she only woke up after
being unconscious for three years.

"Summer grew up in Hoover City. She doesn't have many friends. When did she know you?" Stanley
did let out any inside secret, so Carl could only inquire step by step.

"It’s none of your business. I saved her, so I'm responsible for her health. You can go and see her, but
please don't disturb her. Don't affect her physical condition. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Stanley spoke so politely, but his tone was very tough.

His meaning was clear. Summer was saved by him. He would not prevent Carl and the others from
coming into contact with her, but he did not allow them to tell Summer about her past.

This person was simply making trouble for no reason!

Thinking of Leonardo's current situation, Carl scratched his hair and kicked the wall.

In the next moment, he was in so much pain that he hugged his feet and jumped around on one foot.

When Stanley returned to the car, Summer had already begun to sleep with her eyes half closed.

Hearing the sound of the car door closing, Summer opened her eyes.

Seeing her open her eyes, Stanley simply asked her, "Are you sleepy?"

"No." Summer glanced at the phone he threw aside and asked, "Why did you go for so long?"



Stanley's expression was the same as usual, "I went to the bathroom by the way."

Summer nodded with a hesitant expression.

"Tell me if you have something to say." Stanley smiled when he saw her hesitation.

Hearing Stanley's words, Summer no longer hesitated and asked, "The Mr. Carl just now ... do I really
know him?"

"Perhaps. What do you think?" Stanley asked her as he started the steering wheel.

"Don't you know him?" Summer was a little surprised. She thought that Stanley would know Carl.

Stanley chuckled and said, "I don't know him, and I'm not sure if you recognize him. As you think, we
weren't close in the past."

Recently, Summer had always felt that her relationship with Stanley might not be as intimate as an
ordinary "unmarried couple". However, she did not expect that Stanley had already noticed what she
was thinking.

She said somewhat unnaturally, "You ... How would you know...."

"Because I look through you from here, so I can know anything you want." Stanley pointed at his chest.

Although his words were addressed to her, he did not look at her.

Summer turned around and could only see his side face.

At this time, Stanley suddenly turned to look at her, "If you feel touched, you can directly tell me."

Hearing this, Summer couldn't help laughing, "I'm very touched."



Stanley laughed silently.

After Carl returned, he felt uncomfortable thinking about it.

He drove to the Emerson Group to find Leonardo.

Leonardo, a workaholic, would stay in the company on weekdays and weekends. When someone
needed to look for him, it would be right to stop him at the Emerson Group entrance.

Carl finally saw Leonardo walking out of the Emerson's main entrance when it was close to eight
o'clock in the evening.

"Leonardo!"

Carl shouted and ran towards him.

When Leonardo saw Carl, he frowned. "Why are you here again? Why are you looking for me? Or do
you want me to invest in you? I've told you that I'm not interested in Tip Top."

Carl was speechless.

Three years ago, after Leonardo woke up, he forgot about everyone and everything, including Summer,
just like Summer today.

Not to mention he, Carl, who Leonardo had bullied for a long time

"How many times have I told you? The boss behind Tip Top Media is you!" Carl couldn't remember how
many times he had explained this to Leonardo in the past three years.


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